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war machine

 the rich becomes the mighty power, they sit sheltered inside their ivory tower. we swallow all the lies, and start to believe as their machine spins it`s blinding feed . their justification, to give a helping hand, to show freedom in another’s land. is it the good or the evil hand that showing as societies succumb, fall and left to lay dying. as the machine rolls towards total destruction the end result mans, malfunction. as the bloody battle rages on and on the truth must always remain, oh so strong all this destruction leaves the innocent to cry and grieve, as the rivers flow thick and red, with humanities leave. so we turn a blind eye to what was once civil the question we must ask                                  is this helping hand                                                                       good or evil

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